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Inner Peace | ||
| Summer sun and fresh sweet air Make one happy just to be. 'Tis a joy beyond compare Just to be alive and free. Music wafts all through the brain, Gentle melodies of love. Like the patter of the rain And the cooing of the dove. Praise the Lord for inner peace! 'Tis indeed a splendid gift. All one's cares can find release And the spirits get a lift. | ||
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